From Momma's Front Porch: A bad lucid dream

I have not been blogging due to an illness that has kept me from sitting at a computer. It didn't take me long to catch up on the news. Inglorious President Trump continues with his verbal diarrhea tirades. He does not even bother to remember what he has said from day to day. I still say that he needs x-rays, ultrasounds, and cat scans of his neck and brain. Then the results need to be read by the chief teaching Dr. of at least three large teaching institutes unknown to President Trump. The results given to the President, House and Senate. There should be no such thing as privacy of medical records for anyone in charge of a large country with his past actions. To negate this, he could resign with dignity.

To get on with my bad lucid dream-----

I was sitting in a chair in the kitchen relaxing and free floating. Since I don't believe in being idol, I have been practicing achieving the right mental state for lucid dreams.

Suddenly I am drifting down from the clouds. I saw fire and people tied to stakes burning. Their screams were deafening. All of their agony was drawn into what I saw as a swirling animal rapidly going around and through the stakes trying to escape. Burning chunks of charcoal and pieces of what appeared to be charred humans from previous murders surround the poles holding screaming people. I could see individual bricks in the castle wall. The people watching were as clear as the people I see walking on the street. Their clothing came from the time of castles in history.

Of particular note was the person in charge of this human bonfire and the henchmen following his orders. The henchmen were filthy. Their clothing was encrusted with blood and bits of charred human flesh. The gore didn't affect them, as a few looked down and smiled at their "boners".

The person in charge was extremely prominent. His clothes and body was clean. The man had a "boner" that people were trying hard to ignore. There was no smile. He would turn his head toward any particular loud screams. The corners of his lips would turn up slightly. It was easy to see that he was trying hard to contain his smile.

What I saw then filled me with despair. I truly did not understand that word till that moment. It's like a large empty void inside of a person filled with nothing but a painful and unrelenting ache. In what could be described as a barely perceptible corner was a thin young man crouched on a shield. The shield was on the accumulated charcoal and burnt body parts. It was smoking. I noted that this young man had a tunic over his chain mail with some red insignia that I could not see clearly due to the smoke. An older and heavier man in chain mail with a tunic over it was climbing the wall behind a large flame from three people being burned. A wind had stirred the flames. The man looked down at the young man on the shield. He told him that it wouldn't be long now. At that point, he fell and the new screams only lasted a little while.

Before I floated back the way I came, I went to the person in charge of this mass murder and looked into his eyes. They contained self-righteous madness. He knew something was in front of him but could not see me. He called me a demon. I pinched his nose hard and whispered in his ears. I told him the devil had reserved a spot in hell for him. He nearly fainted but soldiers standing next to him caught him. Then I told him that the people he burnt were martyrs already in heaven. I drifted up and back to my body.

Back in my chair, I took a deep breath. It was a little bit before I could move. I tested my blood sugar.
It was 108. My BP in my left arm was 108/48 and 98/50 in my right arm. My pulse was 88 and regular. My pco2 was 96%. I knew person, place and time as well as why I took my vitals.

I sat back down in my kitchen chair with a tall glass of iced tea. After I finished a long drink, all I could say was "Damn ".

The following links I looked up after I blogged.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God_complex

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Thursday, November 21, 2019

A bad lucid dream

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